Sometimes I wonder if I am truly insane when it comes to athletic commitments. This past Sunday was a good example. Thanks to the generosity of my employer, I was able to skip the lottery system and join a corporate team for the 2013 Broad Street Run. Heading into this race, I will admit a I skirted a lot of my training. I was playing soccer regularly, and ran here and there, but didn’t dedicate the time I had to previous races. I also decided to register for the Scoring Goals for Autism charity soccer tournament with my women’s team. This was the same day. Hence why I wonder if I am nuts. Anyway…
I have to say I totally forgot the feeling of race day jitters and excitement. It became even more evident when we got to our corral location and I saw just how many fricken people do this race. It was my first time running it and I was blown away by the sheer size of the crowds.
Doesn’t even begin to do it justice. As we waited for the start of the race, there were various announcements from key race coordinators, then Mayor Nutter took to the mic and even played a speech from the mayor of Boston. It was awesome how touching the whole pre-start was. I felt pretty ready and was sporting some sweet socks for Boston (paired with a donation to One Fund, I’m no slacktivist).
Apparently I have a wonky eye.
Milk wasn’t a bad choice (my pre-race meal was a green monster smoothie), but I’d later learn these shoes would be, but more on that soon.
After six rounds of “Sweet Caroline” the corral was finally on the move and I was off! It was pretty chilly so for the first few miles I just tried to maintain a decent pace. My Garmin showed I was averaging around 8:15 miles which didn’t feel very fast and I was semi-hopeful I’d be keeping that pace throughout. Running down Broad Street with a sea of people was epic. The entire view you just see this massive wave ahead. It’s pretty fantastic.
The crowds were also incredible. I did the Rock’n’Roll half before which went through part of the city, but not through nearly as many neighborhood regions as this race does. And for the first half of the race you have City Hall in your sights, getting closer as you make each mile go by. I know, I’m being cheesy but it made me just love Philly all the more. Once I got to mile 5, I was feeling a little fatigued but not too bad. Passing City Hall I saw a sign someone was holding up that said “Worst Parade Ever” and couldn’t help to laugh. Mile 6.5-7 was where it all started slipping. Remember those lovely yellow shoes? Yeah, bad idea. I had worn them on plenty of runs, but none as far as 10 mi and they just didn’t have the support I needed. My ankles started getting progressively more sore, and then my arches joined in. I spent the last threeish miles alternating between slow running and a few walk breaks. I decided my finish would not be glorious, but I’d complete it. I managed a smile and double thumbs up for the pre-finishing shot, and felt relieved when I was done. I made my way to our post-race tailgate spot after shuffling through the long water/food area lines and enjoyed the beer the started my IPA love.
Ahhhh! It felt good to be done and off my feet for a bit. My official time was 1:34:43, not terrible for a half-assed training period and poor shoe choice. Being my first time, I can’t wait to beat this at the next one. My day wasn’t over though. I somehow managed a nap, then hauled my tired, old ass to YSC for our soccer tournament. My team had enough people that we registered for the A and B leagues. Our A team rocked it, and I was happy we played at different times so we could watch and cheer each other.
I didn’t play my best level (clearly) but had a blast doing it and was raised well over $1000 for autism research. The A team won the whole thing, and my team finished second with only one loss in the three rounds. The prize was growler fills at Baggataway Tavern in Conshohocken (had I known sooner!) and it was decided both A and B teams would enjoy together since the effort as a whole came from all of us.
So even though my legs took the biggest beating of my life in a single day, I went to bed quite tired and happy. I’d do it all again (with better training) if given the chance.
My running has been pretty much non-existent since I finished the 2012 Dogfish Dash (unless you count soccer, but that’s not really running running). I burned myself out on doing races and needed to switch gears for a while. It was a nice break, but now I see the rack of shoes in my bedroom and feel a wee bit of longing to lace them up and go back out there. Lately, I’ve been really good at psyching myself out of workouts (using late work hours as an excuse). Well, no more!
In order to get myself back into a real routine (and improve my soccer stamina, my ass is getting slower I’ve noticed), I’m running my first race of 2013! Ba-da-ba-daaaaaa…. (that’s a trumpet, fyi):
I am running the 2013 Broad Street Run!
Thanks to being a part of a big company, I was able to bypass the lotto system and get on a corporate team through work. I’m really excited to be running this race as I’ve said the past couple years that I wanted to do it and now I finally am! I am using this as a jump-start to really get back into a running routine, work on losing a few extra pounds the winter helped me put on (damn those people who keep bringing in sweets!!!), and get in even better shape for July’s Spartan Race (that’s where I need speed AND muscles!). To help spur this along, I’m attending a meetup for Team Philly Training on Saturday morning (8am sharp wtf!) and participating in their kickoff run, a 2 miler. That is, unless it snows like crazy. Although, I guess running in some snow wouldn’t be the worst of things, but I digress.
I’ve also noticed that my local lululemon (seriously there is one I can walk to WTF) has a running group that meets every Thursday and on the last one of the month they go out for post-run craft beer! That’s something I can definitely get behind, for sure! I’ll be missing tonight’s run club, though, as I am ducking out of work in the next 30 min to go get a cavity filled, happy Valentine’s day to me, right? Gotta show love to my teeth if I am going to love someone else, or something.
And as you can see, this reconnecting with fitness has sort of sparked my interest in blogging again, though opening up about my random single-ness musings has also been fun, and I’ll keep that part of the blog-a-log as well. I think I’m also going to really start injecting more nerdy stuff here as well, since you know, I do call myself a nerd girl and don’t have a whole lot of nerd stuff on here. Anyway, I’m rambling. In conclusion, I am running a race, it’s gonna rock, I love beer still, and hope to drop a few el-bees. ;-)
I have to admit that when I first heard the predictions rolling in about Hurricane Sandy I was somewhat skeptical about how crazy the storm was going to be. Last year we didn’t get nearly as much impact from Irene as expected (though the rental did leak a little), so I figured this was going to be the same thing. Definitely not! This weekend had two 5Ks on my schedule, one I ran (not happy with my 25:37 finish) and one was cancelled.
I was bummed about the cancellation since last year I placed 4th in my age group and was really feeling a strong finish. But, better to be safe than sorry, I suppose. I got back to my apartment and decided since I was already dressed to run to go for it anyway.
I was really happy I was able to maintain around 9min miles for most of the run. A little later in the evening as the storm reports started rolling in, I got an email from work that we’d be closed on Monday. That meant it was time to break open a growler and settle on the couch for some random TV watching!
I enjoyed roughly 20oz of HopHands in the nifty beaker-style measuring cup my friend Elaine gave me as an apartment warming gift.
This morning I spent some extra time under the covers and had a group snuggle party with the kitties.
It’s not common for them to be snuggling that close. I guess bad weather trumps random kitty squabbles. After getting up and moving my car to a less tree-filled area (there aren’t many by me though), I decided to make use of the oven while I still had light in my kitchen.
Since I didn’t have any frozen raspberries, I cut up a cup of the strawberries I had in the fridge. The recipe was fairly easy to follow.
And within 20 min, I had warm, gooey strawberry-filled muffins.
The muffins could be a little bit sweeter, and maybe a bit of milk added might make them less dense. I think I’ll share the tweaked recipe when I make them again, but munching on two (the book says one muffin is around 180 cal) with a giant mug of coffee is making for a good afternoon so far.
My town isn’t located in any flood zones, so things are just really windy and rainy right now. Power is on and working fine. Hoping it makes it when the worst starts to roll in during the next few hours. My thoughts are with the coastal points, especially all my fam and friends along the Delmarva peninsula. Stay safe and dry, friends!